


Of Witchcraft and Psychedelia

by key_to_levis_heart



Category: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan
Genre: Cat Levi, Halloween, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, M/M, Magic AU, Modern AU, Rating May Change, Witch Levi, he is NOT a neko tho
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2017-11-14
Updated: 2018-01-10
Packaged: 2019-02-02 16:19:07
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 3
Words: 4,486
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12730005
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/key_to_levis_heart/pseuds/key_to_levis_heart
Summary: Eren's crazy old hippie neighbor asks him to watch her cat for the weekend.Only her cat isn't actually a cat.(Or: Hanji and Levi are witches and an unfortunate accident involving LSD leaves Levi stuck as a cat for fifty years)





	1. Of revealing truths

**Author's Note:**

> This was originally going to be a oneshot I wanted to post on Halloween, and then got too invested.
> 
> Also, my first try at a multichapter fic so let's see how this goes lol

_ October 18, 1967 _

 

There was an odd energy in the air that night; a tense vibrating through the rustling leaves under the full moon. Softly, the breeze whispered with the voices of restless spirits, and werewolves howled through the fog. 

 

A perfect night for spellcasting. 

 

-

 

_ October 18, 2017 _

 

“Oh thank you so much for taking Levi for the weekend!” Hanji shouts as she flitters around her apartment, unaware of her volume. Eren watches her as she hums along to the vinyl playing aloud, noisily searching through cabinets in her effort to pack for her trip.

 

She’s an odd old woman, though Eren is quite used to it by now, having been her neighbor for a few years. Excitedly, she pilfers through her messy living room on frail legs, her wild gray hair falling out of its lazy bun. Her vibrant tie-dyed skirt and blouse billow around her, showing off the faded tattoos painting her arms and neck. She looks like a goddamn hippie stereotype; if they were in the suburbs he figures she’d probably be growing weed in a backyard garden. 

 

Or maybe she cooks up LSD in her study. He wouldn’t put it past her. 

 

“I’m meeting up with Erwin!” she exclaims for the third time this afternoon, trying to shove large jars with mystery contents into a duffel bag. Eren has no idea who Erwin is, but he smiles anyways. 

 

“Yes, you’ve mentioned that,” he says gently, absently stroking Levi’s fur where the black cat is curled in his lap. The couch beneath him is old and sagging, and he worries that the cushions might eat him. 

 

“Me and Erwin practiced magic together!” she continues, as if she didn’t hear Eren. She’s mentioned this quite often as well, and he takes it as a sign that her mind is dwindling; obviously all those drugs she did back in the day were not good for her in the long run.

 

Levi blinks lazily as he watches Hanji, tail flicking back and forth in displeasure at all the noise. Meanwhile Eren mainly ignores her, observing the photographs on the coffee table beside him. They show her and her friend, also named Levi (whom Eren presumes is the cat’s namesake), she once explained. 

 

“Oh I’m going to miss you, my little munchkin,” she coos, coming over and picking Levi up, kissing his head while Levi squirms in her arms, eyes wide and panicked and making screeched meows until she puts him down. Eren swears he must be imagining the glare Levi gives him for laughing. 

 

Hanji cackles like a madwoman as she finally bids them goodbye for the weekend. 

 

_ An odd old woman, indeed. _

 

-

  
  


The bright, sunny day soon turns into a bleak and rainy night, simultaneously ominous and soothing as the rain pelts down rhythmically on the windowpanes.

 

Eren sighs contentedly, leaning against his kitchen counter with his eyes closed, enjoying the sound of rain. He has a gut feeling that something is off, but pushes that thought aside while he waits for the water to boil for tea. 

 

Once his tea is made he gingerly carries it back to the living room, ready to quietly enjoy watching  _ Jeopardy _ with Levi in his lap, but he stops abruptly in the doorway, the glass shattering against the wood floor.

 

The following moments he experiences in slow motion, his brain struggling to comprehend the sight before him; he can feel the hot tea tickling his bare feet as he watches the  _ very naked  _ man on his couch slowly blink his eyes open. The man tilts his head, looking confused, before glancing down at himself and promptly screaming.

 

Eren watches as the stranger frantically looks himself over, chanting swears as he tumbles off the couch, and Eren can do nothing but remain frozen in shock.

 

“Holy shit!” Eren shouts when he gains back mobility, and suddenly the man takes notice of him again. He flees to the front door and fumbles for his baseball bat and he can hear the man try to get up and fall in trying to pursue him.

 

“Eren wait!” he hears in a rough voice, and he freezes. “Please don’t call the police.”

 

Cautiously, Eren pads back into the living room with the bat in hand, seeing the man pitifully trying to stand and flopping back onto the floor with a curse. 

 

Suddenly something clicks as he watches the man struggle. 

 

_ He’s seen this man before. _

 

With an audible gasp he tightens his grip on the baseball bat.  _ The friend in the photograph,  _ he realizes.  _ The undercut, all the tattoos; this is Levi.  _ For a moment he considers there could just be an uncanny resemblance, an odd coincidence, but that Jimi Hendrix tattoo is unmistakable.  _ He looks exactly the same, same age and everything. _

 

“What the hell is going on?” Eren demands, stepping closer and raising his bat, ready to strike if he doesn’t get answers. “Who are you and why do you look like Hanji’s dead friend?!” His eyes scan the room and he panics when he realizes he has no idea where the cat went. 

 

The man looks up at him warily, sprawled pathetically on the floor. “Can you please call Hanji?”

 

Eren narrows his eyes, keeping the bat steady. “You-you’re the stranger that broke into my house naked, you can’t make demands!” 

 

He takes a deep breath, lowering the bat and trying to calm his racing heart. “Are you his ghost?” he asks weakly, gently prodding the man’s arm with his foot. Feels pretty damn solid. “The friend in all the photographs, Levi...have you come back to haunt this building?”

 

“Do I look like a damn ghost?!” not-Levi snaps at him from where he lay gracelessly on the floor. “Just get out your fucking phone and call Hanji for me!” Sitting up with a sigh he gently asks, “please? I’ll explain everything.”

 

Eren stares at him blankly, limply holding the bat at his side. As the panic fades it hits him just how odd this situation is; Hanji’s  _ fucking hot  _ dead friend from the sixties is completely naked on the floor, and looking very much alive, which by all means should be  _ absolutely impossible. _ And even if Hanji is  _ really _ a witch like she’s been saying all this time, then how was she able to bring him back when she’s not even here?

 

_ Oh fuck _ , he thinks,  _ what if Hanji’s really a witch and she’s not totally crazy? _

 

Lost in his thoughts he doesn’t hear Not-Levi mutter a few words in a foreign tongue, and suddenly everything goes black.

 

-

 

Blinking his eyes open from sleep, Eren finds himself laying haphazardly on his couch with a splitting headache. He must have passed out, he realizes, and hit his head  _ really fucking hard _ because he’s still seeing delusions of the strange man pacing around his living room, in all his nude glory.

 

“Hanji, you stupid bitch!” the man shouts into Eren’s cell phone, and faintly he can hear Hanji’s shrill voice coming through the receiver. “Yes, I do mean that! You’re a stupid, fucking idiot bitch!...Yeah, of course I’m pissed, I’ve got a right to be!...I don’t care if it happened in 1967, I was stuck living as your damn housecat for fifty years. Fifty  _ fucking _ years, Hanji! Spellcasting while doing acid was your fucking idea you moron!” 

 

Eren sits up carefully, watching the man continue to irritatedly pace the living room, not noticing that Eren is awake. His steps are careful and deliberate, as if unused to walking. 

 

“Yeah, okay, so maybe being a cat wasn’t  _ all  _ that bad I guess. But you sold my vinyls! How could you?! It was my stuff, you had no right to get rid of it, those were important to me!...No, you have garbage taste you heathen, the ones you kept are garbage, so yes, this is a priority of mine. And don’t even get me started on my stratocaster, you know that guitar was my baby!”

 

Erem can’t make out Hanji’s response, but the man groans dramatically. “No, don’t change the subject, I’ve got fifty years of complaining to make up for. Leave Eren out of th-” 

 

The man suddenly cuts himself off as he glances Eren’s way and finds him awake. “I’ll talk to you when you get back,” he says into Eren’s phone, before hanging up abruptly. 

 

He tosses Eren’s phone back to him as he sits beside him on the couch, a little too close for comfort. A tense and uncomfortable minute passes in silence as he leans into Eren’s personal space, letting their knees brush while he stares intensely.

 

Eren shifts in discomfort, avoiding eye contact. “I’m dreaming,” he blurts out, mainly to convince himself. “This is all a wild, crazy dream, because there’s no way you can be here.”

 

“And yet here I am anyways,” is the drawled response he receives, and Eren wishes he would just pass out again. “You have questions.”

 

Eren nods weakly.

 

_ It’s going to be a long night. _

  
  
  



	2. Of a new asshole neighbor

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> A few days after the Incident.

“Remind me again why you’re doing this here?” Eren deadpans, leaning against the doorway to his living room. Casually he sips his coffee, sleepily watching Levi work out on the living room floor. Levi is notably without a shirt and wearing tight pants that don’t conceal much; Eren’s enjoying the show.

“Don’t have money for a gym membership,” Levi replies simply between pushups.

_That doesn’t answer much. but okay._

Eren raises an eyebrow, giving Levi a pointed look. “Then what’s that _brand new_ guitar doing over there by the TV? Where’d you get the money for that?”

“Stole it from Hanji’s stash under her mattress,” he says, not bothering to look up as he continues his workout.

Eren’s mouth gapes as he stares at Levi, looking aghast, almost dropping his coffee again.

“Is that why you’re keeping it here?” he demands loudly, “so she won’t find out?!”

Levi breathes a quiet laugh, not bothering to look at Eren as he moves to start doing sit-ups. “The old bat already knows. Her mind ain’t what it used to be, that’s for sure, but she’s surprisingly observant.”

Eren blinks at him, face wrinkled in a mixture of exasperation and confusion.

“Before you ask; she doesn’t care,” Levi tells him blankly, pausing his workout to look at Eren. “She knows that she owes me anyways, and she makes a lot more money than you’d think with her ‘side business.’”

Eren gasps, momentarily forgetting that Levi literally robbed his friend and caretaker of fifty years.

“Does she actually make LSD?” he asks in a hushed voice with wide eyes.

Levi just barks out a laugh instead of responding.

“ _It’s a serious question!”_

-

Eren realizes that Levi either doesn’t notice or doesn’t _care_ to acknowledge the suspicious looks Eren gives him over the cramped kitchen table. And those looks have nothing to do with Levi being shirtless and dripping water from the shower down his bare chest.

 _Mostly_.

Looking closely he can see the hesitation lingering in Levi’s movements; the cautious way he holds himself as if still getting used to his body again.

“You’re very different from what I expected,” Eren states eventually, interrupting Levi’s ramblings about the technical differences between different _Fender_ and _Gibson_ guitars (his knowledge is astounding, to be honest).

Levi blinks at him, momentarily confused at being cut off like that. “And what exactly were you expecting?” Levi asks behind his teacup, eyeing Eren like he’s an idiot. “Because I was under the impression that until a few days ago you thought I was an actual cat.”

Eren rubs his hands down his face, throwing caution to the wind and being honest. “I don’t know what I expected,” he says, looking absolutely exasperated, a hint of disappointment in his eyes. “Certainly not an asshole who loves hearing his own voice and steals from his best friend-”

“I told you she didn’t mind,” Levi grumbles.

“-and comes into my apartment and uses my space without asking. Uses my _shower_ without asking. You literally broke into my apartment. That’s not cool.”

Levi’s eyes widen, and he gently places the teacup down. “Oh…” he says, looking at Eren with what he presumes is guilt and shame.

A tense silence feels the room, a silence Eren has become unaccustomed to in Levi’s presence.

“I’m sorry...I shouldn’t have assumed...” Levi says softly after a few seconds, avoiding Eren’s expectant gaze. Finally he looks up at Eren hesitantly, before releasing a tired and defeated sigh and deflating, standing up to leave.

“I didn’t say you had to go,” Eren tells him. “I’m just telling you that you’re a dick.”

There’s a ghost of a smile on Levi’s face as he sits back down.

“I’ve been called worse.”

-

Eren is unsurprised to find Levi on his couch again, plucking at his new _Stratocaster_ without the amp plugged in.

Eren has found over the past four days that Levi is very chatty unless he’s working out, and Eren’s pleased to notice that he’s quiet when he’s playing as well. He relishes the voiceless atmosphere as he sits beside Levi.

He can hear the soft vibrating of the steel strings against Levi’s guitar pick, melodic and hypnotizing in a way that he knows Levi is improvising into an original song. He’s certain that this will sound amazing when Levi decides to use the amp, but for now he enjoys the gentle tranquility of Levi’s faint music.

Suddenly, Levi stops abruptly in the middle of a fantastic guitar riff, looking at Eren while he places his hand on the strings to silence them.

“I thought about what you said this morning,” he says.

Eren looks at Levi expectantly, waiting for him to continue, and gives a confused look when he doesn’t.

“Um...yes? What about it?” There’s a hint of irritation lining Eren’s voice that he can't hide, feeling too tired to put up with Levi’s lack of tact and any bullshit argument about to come out of his mouth.

But Eren is stunned that Levi seems at a loss of words for once.

Levi’s eyes flicker around, as if searching through his brain for the right words. Finally they settle on Eren and he takes a breath before speaking.

“It’s occurred to me,” he begins cautiously, “that I know quite a bit about you, and you know nothing of me. I hope you don’t resent me for...for waltzing in here uninvited...”

Eren can tell that there’s more Levi wants to say, so he nods for him to continue.

Levi lets out a deep sigh. “I’m used to being welcome here,” he says slowly, quiet and unsure.

 _Uncertainty does not fit Levi well,_ Eren notes.

“...so I didn’t stop to think whether or not that welcome was still...well, whether I was-”

“-Stop right there,” Eren cuts in, placing a finger on Levi’s lips. “Just stop.”

Levi stares at Eren with wide eyes, taken aback. His cheeks blush a warm pink at the soft touch.

“You have been the biggest pain in my ass the past few days, but I don’t mind you being here.” He withdraws his finger from Levi’s face, dropping his hand to his lap. “Just ask for once, you know? It’s not that hard. I’ll give you a key so you can hang out in here while I’m gone.”

Levi nods, swallowing thickly. “Yeah, yeah I will. Ask, I mean.”

Eren smiles, a genuine warm smile he hasn’t shown in his apartment since the Incident. “Good,” he says, eyes sparkling.

Levi wraps his hand around the neck of his guitar to ready himself to play again, but he pauses with his right hand above the strings, pick in hand. “You’re a groovy kid, Eren.”

“Never say that again,” Eren tells him bluntly, but there’s still a smile on his face. “ _Please_.”

He can’t help the way his smile widens at Levi’s snicker in response, melting back into the couch while Levi begins to play again.

“You’re pretty cool yourself, Levi. Even if you are an ass.”

 

 

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Still not sure where this is going lol, i'll figure it out tho bc i really want to get this to be a completed piece


	3. Of confessions

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> Eren and Levi grow closer.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Special thanks to jjibunrock for beta reading this for me! Thanks again sweetpea! <3

_Eren groaned, burying his face into his hands; the photoshop canvas empty after being erased a dozen times. Tiredly he rubbed his eyes, staring at the screen with a weary expression, the bags under his eyes feeling heavy with sleep deprivation._

_‘wings of freedom take 6’ the file was titled._

_He pressed his forehead to the table with another groan._

_“Why did I think being an artist was a good idea,” he grumbled to himself, feeling frustrated with his sudden bout of artist block._

_He remained unmoving for a minute, nearly about to fall asleep when he heard a quiet meow in front of him. Glancing up at the cat perched on the table, his eyes softened a little._

_“Hey buddy,” he said softly, reluctantly forcing himself up to gently scratch behind Levi’s ears. “Snuck in through the balcony again?”_

_Eren smiled sleepily as Levi nudged his nose against Eren’s hand, nuzzling into his palm with a soft trill in response._

_The smile dropped with a defeated sigh, standing up and shuffling into the kitchen to make himself more coffee. Or another energy drink. Or both._

_“Time to die, I guess,” he mused, fumbling for the ground coffee above the fridge._

_He could hear Levi padding into the room, the soft sound seeming more prominent with his growing headache._

_Then there was another meow, louder than before, then a tiny body rubbing against his leg._

_“I don’t have time for you Levi,” he chided gently as he started up the coffee machine._

_Expectedly though, Levi didn’t leave him alone; continuing to weave between his legs chanting quiet mews, letting his tail curl around Eren’s calves._

_“What is up with you today?” Eren gave in eventually, leaning down to stroke Levi’s fur. “So chatty. Are you upset that I’m not paying attention to you?”_

_He absently pet Levi, sitting on the cold floor while the coffee was percolating, the black cat purring and squishing his face into Eren’s leg._

_“Oh thank god,” Eren mumbled to himself when it finally beeped, standing up to pour the scalding hot coffee, uncaring of the small droplets spilling out and burning his hand._

_He turned around for a moment, just a single fucking moment, and heard the glass mug shatter._

_His head throbbed._

_“Why did you do that, Levi?” he asked, frustrated tears pooling in his eyes as he leaned back against the counter._

_He was too tired to even glare at Levi, the little shit looking all too smug on the kitchen counter._

_“I don’t have time for this,” he murmured under his breath, choking back a sob behind his palm._

_He was startled out of his spiraling thoughts by a high pitched meow and Levi’s paws against his bare foot, the claws lightly scratching at the skin._

_Eren sniffed and hiccuped, wiping falling tears off his cheek. When he remained unmoving Levi repeated the sound, scratching at Eren’s foot more frantically, voice growing louder._

_“What is it, you d-dumb cat?” he cried weakly, trying to nudge Levi away with his foot, and yelping when Levi simply bites him._

_Abruptly, Levi turned and began running to Eren’s bedroom, pausing in the open doorway to give Eren an expectant look._

_Realization slowly flooded his mind while he watched Levi stare at him from the hallway._

_“You want me to sleep,” Eren guessed under his breath, rubbing at his puffy eyes._

_A little nap couldn’t hurt, he figured, after being awake for two days straight._

_“Alright, I’m coming,” he grumbled at Levi’s impatient whining, carefully following after him and collapsing on his bed face first._

_“Dumb cat,” he muttered as his eyes drooped, feeling Levi curl against him, his purring serving as a lullaby to help him sleep._

-

Eren stops short of entering his apartment, hand paused in the middle of turning the key in the lock. Slowly his hand withdraws, straightening his back to glance at Hanji’s door.

He can hear music playing from her apartment, but it’s different than her usual records.

There’s a guitar playing, melodic and hypnotising in a way he knows only Levi can do. It strikes his very soul, each note vibrating through his veins and leaving a pleasant, hazy feeling in his mind as it passes; a feeling so foreign yet welcoming and familiar.

Subconsciously he’s drawn to her apartment, twisting the doorknob as if in a trance. Before he knows it, he’s slipping into her apartment, lingering in the doorway, too transfixed to move closer.

_“I put a spell on you-”_

Levi’s low, silky voice feels otherworldly; like a siren song calling to him. It leaves him with a spark of arousal deep in his gut, and a warmth flowing through him and tingling in the dark recesses of his mind.

Eren is snapped out of his daze when he feels a hand on his shoulder, startled by Hanji’s sudden closeness as she pulls him into an awkward side-hug.

“Amazing, isn’t he?” she whispers to him, and he can smell weed and old-lady perfume lingering around her. “Levi was always skilled at song spells.”

It’s that moment that Eren notices Levi’s singing to something in particular; a sigil crudely drawn on white paper, surrounded by burning candles and crystals. That dingy old couch looks like it’s about to swallow him whole, but Levi sits powerfully like it’s a damn throne, his trusty guitar perched in his lap with the amp a few feet away.

“ _Wow_ ,” Eren breathes, eyes glimmering with admiration and curiosity. A blush forms on his cheeks as he takes in the sights and sounds of Levi truly in his element, like he was born for music and magic.

Hanji mockingly swoons, and the music stops so abruptly that Eren does a double take.

“Cut it out Hanji, I’m trying to focus-”

“Aww, I can’t help it pumpkin,” she coos, walking over and pinching his cheek like he’s a child. “You’re even cuter now, reminds me why I married you.”

Levi swats her hand away, but Eren can see a fondness underneath the irritation. “Yeah, yeah. Lemme get back to my spell, you old hag,” he tells her, a smile threatening to break on his face. “I’m doing this for you, remember?”

Levi’s eyes fall to Eren, and the piercing gaze startles and excites him. A blush forms on his cheeks and he bows his head bashfully.

“Take a seat, I’ll show you what I’m doing.”

-

“You and Hanji were married?” Eren blurts out over tea, back in his own apartment while Hanji takes her usual nap.

“We were committing tax fraud,” Levi deadpans, smiling when Eren laughs in response, though his face becomes serious after a moment, glancing down at his mug.

“That and...it was a different time,” he says, lowering his voice as if afraid someone would overhear. “I know Hanji and I reminisce about our youth, but it wasn’t all shits and giggles.”

Eren’s smile falls, looking across the table with sympathy and concern.

“The fifties and sixties were not kind to a lot of people,” Levi says, “I’m sure you know that. The two of us definitely didn’t abide to every social norm, but we still felt safer under the guise of a false marriage to hide who we were. Not just to practice witchcraft in secrecy, but to hide-”

“That you’re both gay,” Eren finishes.

Levi just nods solemnly, and Eren reaches across the table to take his hand.

“The world still sucks, but things are changing,” Eren reassures softly.

“I know,” Levi replies, a smile forming on his face. “I wouldn’t have cast an affection spell for Hanji’s lady friend otherwise.”

Eren pats his hand, standing up and taking their now empty mugs, walking over to the sink to rinse them.

A few moments later he hears Levi’s quiet footsteps approach him, cautious and deliberate. He feels Levi’s forehead press against his shoulder as Levi leans against him for a moment, his actions like that of a cat rubbing against his ankles.

Well, like _Levi_ always did as a cat.

Levi moves to stand beside Eren, their arms lightly brushing, Eren letting out a soft giggle at Levi’s attempt to be subtle in prolonging physical contact.

“You’re more affectionate today,” Eren points out, an amused smile pulling on his lips.

“That a complaint?” Levi deadpans, though he makes no move to step away from Eren.

“No no, not at all,” Eren replies sweetly, a soft blush reddening his cheeks as Levi nudges himself between Eren and the sink to pull him into a hug, strong arms winding around Eren’s waist.

“What is with you today?” Eren wonders out loud, giggling again as Levi noses his collarbone.

“I’m just feeling...well, affectionate,” Levi murmurs against his skin; Eren can feel him smiling.

Eren is still laughing under his breath as he pushes Levi away, grinning at the exaggerated pout he receives.

“You know, it’s much easier to deny you now that you’re not a cat,” Eren states, though he pauses at the thoughtful look Levi gives him.

“What’s on your mind?” he asks quietly with a tilt of his head, grateful that Levi actually has a voice instead of needing to guess at what he wants.

“I wanna go steady with you,” Levi says abruptly.

Go steady… Eren twirls the words over in his mind for a few moments, noticing the anxiety and anticipation beneath Levi’s blank expression.

“I’ve had a lot of shitty boyfriends,” Eren says cautiously instead of responding, and Levi nods.

“I know, I was there when you cried over them.”

Eren stares at Levi, expecting him to add more, and narrows his eyes in confusion at Levi’s silence.

He takes a moment to ponder his relationship with Levi. He’s really only know the man for a couple months.

But Levi knows him very well.

“I’m not ready for a relationship,” Eren decides bluntly, mentally on guard for a negative reaction to rejection, but it never comes. He feels vulnerable under Levi’s intense and expectant gaze. “But...I’m not outright saying no. Just not yet.”

His shoulders sag in relief at Levi’s silent nod.

“For a second I thought you were going to kick me out,” Levi murmurs, looking equally relieved. “I don’t need an answer, I’m not expecting a date right away. I’m just saying that I kind of love you.”

Eren bites his lip, feeling flattered and overwhelmed and unsure how to react. “ _Kind of?_ ” he repeats, a bashful blush on his cheeks. “Very reassuring.”

Levi snorts, letting out a melodic laugh that Eren has grown fond of.

“Come on, let’s go watch something on the boob tube. Binge something on that Net-films, or Net-flicks, or whatever it’s called.”

There’s a warm, fuzzy feeling in Eren’s chest, and briefly he considers that maybe he loves Levi too.

_“What the fuck did you just call the TV?”_

  

 


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